The Loud House (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 14 - Scales of Justice/Crimes of Fashion - full transcript
Lana springs into action when she learns her favorite fish are in jeopardy of losing their home to construction. When Leni gets fired from her job due to missing scarves, Lincoln and Clyde take on the case as Ace and Jack.
- ♪ Crashing through
the crowded halls ♪
♪ Dodging girls
like Ping-Pong balls ♪
♪ Just to reach the bathroom
on time ♪
♪ Leaping over laundry piles
♪ Diapers you can smell
for miles ♪
♪ Guy's got to do
what he can to survive ♪
- ♪ In the Loud house
♪ In the Loud house
- ♪ Duck, dodge, push,
and shove ♪
♪ Is how we show our love
- ♪ In the Loud house,
in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ One boy and ten girls
♪ Wouldn't trade it
for the world ♪
- ♪ Loud Loud Loud
♪ Loud house
- Poo-poo.
[upbeat rock music]
♪
[birds chirping]
[curious music]
♪
- Hey, Mrs. Fishman.
Didn't we talk about
you staying off your feet
until the babies are born?
You should be relaxing--
in your new kelp bed!
Oh, almost forgot--
gotta update my sign.
Let's change this to,
"Fishmans' Pond,
"Population..."
Wait, how many little ones
are you having, again?
Uh, let's just round it off
to 100.
So that makes 102.
Royal Woods is a great place
for big families.
You guys are gonna
be really happy here.
[brakes squealing]
[nefarious music]
Hey!
What's your problem, pal?
- Beat it, kid.
This land got sold
to "The Mustard Warehouse."
They're building
a new store here.
I got orders
to fill in this pond today.
- You can't do that!
This is the Fishmans' home!
- Look, if they got a problem,
they can call a lawyer.
- They can't use the phone.
- [laughing]
Aww, come on, kid.
No one cares
about a couple of fish.
Put 'em in a tank or something.
- If I move the parents,
I'd have to move their eggs,
and they could die.
- What can I tell ya, kid?
There's plenty of other fish
in the sea.
[chuckles]
Now move.
[dramatic music]
- Wait, buddy!
Your shoe's untied!
- Huh?
Oh, yeah.
- Hops, bolt removal.
- Under, around, and through.
Meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit,
pull, and through.
Oh, for crying into
your pub cheese soup!
[growls]
I'll deal with this tomorrow.
- Good job, Hops.
That'll buy us a little time
to figure out a plan.
- [burps]
- Hops!
Diesel breath!
[curious music]
- Lana!
Muddy shoes!
- And pants, and shirt,
and hat!
- No time to change,
I've got a crisis on my hands.
The Fishmans are getting
kicked out of their home.
- Have they tried
calling a lawyer?
- They're fish!
And they live in the pond
at Tall Timbers park.
But now some jerks want
to pave paradise and--
- Put up a parking lot?
- No, a "Mustard Warehouse."
- Well, the Mustard Warehouse
probably will have
a parking lot.
- I can't just stand by
and watch this happen.
- Lynn, I think we might have
a little activist on our hands.
- You know, we might be able
to help, hun.
Your mother and I were quite
the activists in our day.
We rallied for a ton
of good causes.
- Equal pay for women,
reduction in carbon emissions.
- The freedom
to wear puka-shell chokers
in the workplace.
You know, all the big stuff.
- Great!
So what do I need to do?
- Well, I think your best bet
would be to draw up a petition.
- Okay, cool!
What's a petition?
- Well, you go door-to-door
collecting as many signatures
as you can.
You'll also need phone numbers,
home addresses, and emails.
- You'll need the signatures
of half of the people in town,
which would about, mm,
10,000.
- 10,000?
Is that even a real number?
Okay, fine.
And then the construction
will stop?
- No, it'll just be delayed
while they call
a public hearing.
- Now, at the hearing,
there has to be...
[discordant trumpet noises]
- Boy, 10,000 signatures.
This is gonna be a long day.
Hops, we'd better pee
before we go.
- [croaks]
- [screams]
Monster!
- Cool, where?
- [screaming]
I'm never going
in that bathroom again!
- You know, Hops,
maybe there's an easier way
to save the Fishmans.
- [croaks]
- You're right,
we should still pee anyway.
[curious music]
♪
- [croaking]
[various animal noises]
[splashing]
[suspenseful music]
[engine squealing]
♪
- [roars]
- Cheese and rice!
[screaming]
- Oof!
- [groans]
- [roaring]
- They're never gonna
believe me!
I'm outta here!
- [roaring]
[triumphant music]
♪
- Hey, honey,
come check this out.
They're talking
about your pond.
- Katherine Mulligan
coming to you live
from Tall Timbers park.
I'm here
with the construction worker
who claims to have seen
an alleged swamp monster.
- That's right, Katherine.
Had to be 20 feet tall,
couple hundred pounds,
paws like a bunch of bananas.
See for yourself.
He came at me
with everything he had.
- And is that
when you ran away screaming?
- Wh--
Who told you that?
Was it the monster?
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
I'm getting word that
in light of this incident,
"The Mustard Warehouse"
has decided
to build its new store
in another location.
- Yeah!
[laughing]
- Looks like
you lucked out, kiddo.
- Even though
you didn't need it,
we're proud you were willing
to put in the effort
with that petition.
- The what now?
Oh, right, the petition.
Yeah, I was so close
to getting
those 10,000 signatures.
- 10,000?
Is that even a real number?
- Apparently.
- Well, I'm just glad
that swamp monster
isn't in our bathroom anymore.
both: That's terrific, sweetie.
- Well, Hops, the Fishmans
are gonna be pretty happy
to see ol' Lans.
Not to boast,
but I did save their--
[gasps]
- Here, monster, monster.
- I need a selfie
with the monster.
- Get your swamp monster tees!
One for $4, three for 15!
- What's going on?
- Katherine Mulligan,
coming to you live
from Tall Timbers park.
It appears
the alleged swamp monster
has turned
this once-sleepy hamlet
into a hotbed
of media attention.
- Oh, you're talking to me.
- Yes, I am.
And can you please move?
Because we need to set up
our broadcasting tent.
- Be careful!
There are delicate fish eggs
over here,
They need peace and quiet.
[helicopter whirring]
How long is this whole media
hot-sauce thing gonna last?
- Until the swamp monster
decides to pack up and leave.
Katherine Mulligan
will be bringing you
all the action, 24/7.
I'm Katherine Mulligan.
- Hmm.
Pack up and leave, you say?
[devious music]
Okay, gang.
I feel kind of bad
about scaring all these people,
but we gotta do it
for the Fishmans.
- So, I brought
the ham and cheese.
Did you bring the baguette?
- I'm sorry.
I didn't know what that was,
so I just got bread.
- [roaring]
[both screaming]
[all screaming]
- Swamp monster!
- [screaming]
- Listen up, team,
this is Katherine Mulligan
with breaking news!
- Katherine, we know your name.
- The swamp monster
has been spotted
in Short Shrub Creek.
This is Katherine Mulligan
saying, "Let's get over there!
[dramatic music]
- Anyone wanna give Flip
a lift?
I'll give you a discount
on a tee-shirt!
Six bucks!
- Fish fam!
Great news!
I got those noisy TV people
out of here
so you can raise your babies
in peace!
- This is Katherine Mulligan,
coming to you live
from Short Shrub Creek,
where the swamp monster
has recently relocated.
- Thanks to us.
- [croaks]
- That's bad news
for "The Mustard Warehouse,"
because Short Shrub Creek
was going to be the site
of their new store.
- Wait, it was?
- The good news is,
now that Tall Timbers park
is swamp monster free,
they'll be able
to move back there.
Construction starts tomorrow.
I'm Katherine Mulligan.
- [gasps]
Hops, what have we done?
They're going right back
to the Fishmans!
Oh, Hops,
I should have listened
to Mom and Dad
and done things the right way.
We still have time
before they turn
the Fishmans' home
into mustard.
Maybe we can still do this.
[knocking on door]
Hi, Mr. Grouse!
I'm collecting signatures
to stop "The Mustard Warehouse"
from destroying
the Fishmans' home.
- Uh, did the Fishmans try
calling a lawyer?
- They're fish.
- Well, mustard gives me
the toots, so I'll sign.
- A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
- There you are, honey.
We heard from that reporter
what's-her-name
that they're back to paving
your park again.
- I know, I was out trying
to get those 10,000 signatures
to stop them.
- How'd it go?
- Not great.
- I came up
about ten million short.
- I'm really sorry, sweetie,
but you did everything
you could.
- Well, no,
I actually didn't.
I tried to take a shortcut
and made things worse.
And by the time I decided
to do it the right way,
I was too late.
- Well, we're still proud
that you stood up
for what you believed in.
- Yeah, but that doesn't
do much for the Fishmans.
They're still going
to lose their home.
[sighs]
- Wait a proverbial
ding-dang moment.
- Lisa, if you tell me
to call a lawyer,
I'm going to--
- No, no, no.
You don't need a lawyer
or signatures.
The Fishmans, as you
so charmingly refer to them,
are actually
Acipenser Fulvenscens.
Street name: lake sturgeon.
- The Fishmans are doctors?
- Ugh.
Not "surgeon," Leni,
"sturgeon.
"
Which are endangered,
and therefore protected.
- Wait, are you saying--
- That nobody can touch
their habitat.
It's a Federal law.
- Yes!
- As you may recall,
in 1973 Congress passed...
[discordant trumpet noises]
Luna, I'm trying
to speak, here.
- See that, Fishmans?
You are now
federally protected,
which means no one
can mess with your home.
Fish babies!
Aunt Lana and Uncle Hops
are here to babysit!
You guys enjoy yourselves.
A-thank you.
- Are you sure
this is a good idea?
- Oh, Leni, come on.
W--what's-her-name
from the news said there hasn't
been a swamp monster sighting
in days!
- Okay, I guess.
[splashing]
- [spitting]
[both shrieking]
[Leni screaming, groaning]
[dramatic musical flair]
[upbeat jazz music]
♪
[dramatic music]
- "Well, Ace,
we've narrowed down
"the suspects to...
"'The Card Shark,'
'Snake Eyes,'
"and 'The Old Maid,
but which one made off
"with the golden die?"
- "It's as clear
as the mustache
"on your face, Jack!
"Only one of these villains
could have done the deed--
"and that is..."
My money's
on "The Card Shark."
- Same.
The guy never blinks.
You just can't trust him.
Okay, let's see.
Boom! Nailed it!
We just solved our fifth case
in a row.
We're on a hot streak!
[door opens]
- [sniffling, whining]
- Hey, Leni.
How was work?
- [sobbing]
Terrible!
- What happened?
I thought things
were going great at the store.
- They were!
Until this afternoon.
Your receipt's in the bag,
along with some samples
of our new scent:
"Sugar Cookie Sunshine."
[whimsical music]
That skirt would look great
on you.
And it also makes
a cute poncho!
- [gasps]
You just changed my life!
- [clears throat]
Uh, Leni?
- Hi, Mrs. Carmichael!
How's the monthly
inventory going?
- Not great.
Several scarves
have gone missing.
Can you come with me?
- Are we going
on a scavenger hunt?
[sniffling]
There was no scavenger hunt.
She thinks I stole the scarves!
[sniffling]
- What?
Why would she think that?
- They were all
from my department,
and they all went missing
in the month
that I've worked there,
so she said
she had to let me go.
And I said, "Go where?"
And she said,
"That means you're fired!"
[wailing]
- That is so unfair.
Leni would never
steal anything.
- This is worse than the time
Crazy 8 was falsely accused
of stacking the deck.
If only there was someone
who could help
clear Leni's name.
- You mean like us?
- Lincoln, I know we have these
amazingly accurate uniforms,
but we're just
11-year-old boys.
- 11-year-old boys
who just solved
their fifth case in a row.
We're ready
to deal out some justice.
- Wow,
you just sounded like Ace.
If I had hair on my arms,
it would be standing up.
[heroic music]
So cute for fall.
Jack to Ace:
No suspects sighted
by the mini-backpacks, over.
- Copy, no suspects by the--
whoa!
- Cool costume.
I'm playing superheroes, too!
Wanna see my hideout?
- Ah!
Actually, this isn't a costume,
it's a uniform.
And I'm not playing,
I'm investigating.
Where are your parents?
- My mom's too busy
to play, too.
- Ace!
Suspect spotted
by the scarves,
and you won't believe
who it is.
- Sorry, kid,
gotta follow this lead.
[rousing jazz noir music]
♪
Gabby?
It can't be her.
She lent me
her safety goggles in gym.
♪
It's totally her.
Come on!
♪
- Oh, I know I'm gonna
get in trouble but...
♪
all: Hold it right there!
- Gabby, you already have
a closet full of scarves.
- Mom, please!
Just let me buy it!
I have a gift card.
- Your aunt gave you that
for a sensible pair of shoes.
Now put that scarf back.
Clyde? Lincoln?
What are you doing here?
- [whistling]
- Oh, you know,
just shopping for some--
- Training bras?
- [yelps]
- Ugh.
Do you have any idea
how hard these things are
to put back on hangers?
- Uh, sorry.
We'll clean it up.
- I'll just gather
these, uh, items.
Ah!
My crime eye!
[jazz flair]
Okay, so we'll be
more careful next time.
No one's a suspect unless
they're extremely suspicious.
- Like, say, a senior
in the junior's department?
Scoots!
We know she's done
some hard time in mall jail.
- Maybe she's just here
to buy a gift
for her parole officer.
♪
- Then why is she going
into the fitting room?
- [gasps]
You're right.
She's probably going in there
so she can stash the scarf
in her bag.
- Let's get her!
- Wait!
We can't just barge
into a fitting room.
- Dang it, you're right.
We need a way to stop her
on the way out.
Oh, I've got it.
- Spike strip!
♪
- Let's see her try
to scoot over these.
- [laughs]
Yeah.
They'll have to start
calling her "Stops."
[horn honking]
[wheels whirring]
- Make way!
Mama's late for a toga party.
- Uh oh, I think
we messed up again.
- Mrs. Stops, scoot!
I mean--
Mrs. Scoot, stop!
- Here's your 20 bucks,
I don't need a receipt.
[horn honking]
[both cry out]
- Whoa!
[tires squealing]
My "b"!
Put it on my tab!
- Seriously?
You two again?
- Sorry, we'll clean this up.
[dramatic jazz music]
- Get out!
- Okay, so we're 0 for 2,
but I'm sure Ace and Jack
have made a few
false accusations
in their careers.
- Totally.
Remember that lawsuit
they had to settle
with "The Bluffer"?
- We just have
to be more careful
not to jump to conclusions.
- Right.
And if we see someone walking
quickly away from the store
clutching a bag
with blue fabric
sticking out of it.
- Exactly.
- Wait, what?
[both gasp]
both: Fiona!
- It makes perfect sense.
That's why she threw us
out of the store--
she didn't want us
on her trail.
- Come on, Ace.
Let's go deal with this joker.
- Wait.
We need one more player
at the table.
♪
[both holler]
- You're back!
And you brought
your sidekick!
- Uh, excuse me?
We're partners.
- Can we all
play superheroes now?
- Sorry, we can't.
We're about to crack a case.
- Aww...
- There she is!
Mrs. Carmichael?
We can prove that Leni
didn't steal those scarves.
- Uh, who are you?
- Clearly, we're detectives.
- Here are five cases
we've previously cracked.
- Please just come with us.
There's not much time!
♪
- [slurping]
♪
- Stop right there, Fiona!
- Open the trunk.
- What? Why?
I--I'm not doing that.
- I think you better.
- Okay, you caught me.
[sighs]
- Mrs. Carmichael,
I think you'll find
this bag contains
at least one blue--
both: Dress?
Huh?
- Yep.
I bought this at Stader's
after my shift.
Sorry, Mrs. C.
I know we're not supposed
to shop at our competitors,
but it was such a good deal.
- Well, I can't say
that I approve, bu--
Wow, they are giving this away.
Do they have it in a 12?
- [clears throat]
Um, Fiona?
We're really sorry
for accusing you.
- These things sometimes happen
in detective work.
You're bound to play
a few bad hands
before you win the jackpot.
- Whatever.
I'm leaving now.
[tires squealing]
- Well, ma'am,
we've made a mistake.
But don't worry,
we're not giving up
until we find
the real shoplifter.
- It would really help
if we could have access
to your private employee files
and customer mailing list.
- [sighs]
Look, I appreciate
what you're trying to do
for Leni,
but I don't need two kids
in costumes
disrupting my store.
Now, please, just stay out.
- Give us another chance!
Ace and Jack can't rest
until they've done found
some justice!
[car honking]
I feel terrible, Clyde.
We failed Leni,
and now she'll never
get her job back.
- I just don't know
how we got it so wrong.
Is it possible
reading comic books
doesn't make you
a good detective?
- I guess it's possible.
Maybe we really are
just two kids in costumes.
- You're right.
[grunts]
Ow.
That wasn't a good idea.
- [whimpering]
Oh, hey you guys.
Don't mind me, I'm just looking
for stuff to fold.
I really miss it.
Oh, can I fold this?
- You can have it.
I'm done wearing capes.
- Well, it doesn't have
to be a cape.
You could wear it
as a scarf, too.
- Wait,
did you just say "scarf"?
- You're right.
What was I thinking?
Wrong season, Leni.
How about a beach cover-up?
- No, no, "scarf!"
Clyde, that's it!
If a cape can be a scarf--
- Then a scarf can be a cape.
- I think I know
who the culprit is.
- So do I.
- Leni, can I have that back?
We have a crime to solve.
- At the beach?
♪
- Okay, let's split up.
You look
in the accessories section,
I'll cover the shoes.
- Ahem.
I thought I told you
to stay out of my store.
- Don't worry, ma'am,
we'll be gone in a minute.
We just need to talk
to your son.
- My son?
- [grunts]
- You're back!
Your mustache is crooked.
- Hey!
Any chance you still want
to play superheroes?
- Yeah!
I'll show you my hideout!
- Hideout?
What hideout?
- I think we all
should go see it.
Especially you,
Mrs. Carmichael.
- Ugh, fine.
But if you boys
are wasting my time again,
I will have you banned
from the mall
until you're 18.
- No more fro-yo?
- No more comic book store?
- You'd better be right,
Lincoln.
The stakes are high.
[suspenseful music]
- So here's my hideout.
Wait!
Let me just
put in the password.
[beeping noises]
♪
- [gasps]
The scarves!
- Mom, they're superhero capes.
- [sighs]
Wow.
I had it all wrong.
Thank you, boys.
- No problem, ma'am.
I guess you could say
justice was in the cards.
[triumphant music]
[mellow music]
- [sighs]
Cute top!
And did you know
you can also wear it
as a pencil skirt?
- Oh, Leni,
I can't apologize enough
for accusing you
of stealing those scarves.
Is there any way
I can make it up to you?
- Hmm...
Are there any sweaters
I can fold?
Hey, you guys!
Thank you so much
for getting my job back.
I've been telling everyone
at the mall
what totes amazing detectives
you are.
- We know!
We just got a new case
at the pet store.
- A chameleon's gone missing.
They think.
He's really hard to see,
so it's possible
he's just in his cage.
- Well, if anyone
can solve the case,
it's Blake Saucy
and One-Arm-Joe.
- Eh, close enough.
Ready to deal out some justice?
[thrilling jazz music]
- [grunts]
- Seriously?
- ♪ Cramped inside
this tiny space ♪
♪ May sound bad
but ain't the case ♪
♪ In the Loud house
- ♪ Loud house
- ♪ Duck and dodge
and push and shove ♪
♪ That's the way we show
our love in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ Loud house
♪ Laundry piles
stacked up high ♪
♪ Hand-me-downs
that make me cry ♪
♪ Stand in line
to take a pee ♪
♪ Never any privacy
♪ Chaos with 11 kids
♪ That's the way
it always is ♪
♪ In the Loud house
the crowded halls ♪
♪ Dodging girls
like Ping-Pong balls ♪
♪ Just to reach the bathroom
on time ♪
♪ Leaping over laundry piles
♪ Diapers you can smell
for miles ♪
♪ Guy's got to do
what he can to survive ♪
- ♪ In the Loud house
♪ In the Loud house
- ♪ Duck, dodge, push,
and shove ♪
♪ Is how we show our love
- ♪ In the Loud house,
in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ One boy and ten girls
♪ Wouldn't trade it
for the world ♪
- ♪ Loud Loud Loud
♪ Loud house
- Poo-poo.
[upbeat rock music]
♪
[birds chirping]
[curious music]
♪
- Hey, Mrs. Fishman.
Didn't we talk about
you staying off your feet
until the babies are born?
You should be relaxing--
in your new kelp bed!
Oh, almost forgot--
gotta update my sign.
Let's change this to,
"Fishmans' Pond,
"Population..."
Wait, how many little ones
are you having, again?
Uh, let's just round it off
to 100.
So that makes 102.
Royal Woods is a great place
for big families.
You guys are gonna
be really happy here.
[brakes squealing]
[nefarious music]
Hey!
What's your problem, pal?
- Beat it, kid.
This land got sold
to "The Mustard Warehouse."
They're building
a new store here.
I got orders
to fill in this pond today.
- You can't do that!
This is the Fishmans' home!
- Look, if they got a problem,
they can call a lawyer.
- They can't use the phone.
- [laughing]
Aww, come on, kid.
No one cares
about a couple of fish.
Put 'em in a tank or something.
- If I move the parents,
I'd have to move their eggs,
and they could die.
- What can I tell ya, kid?
There's plenty of other fish
in the sea.
[chuckles]
Now move.
[dramatic music]
- Wait, buddy!
Your shoe's untied!
- Huh?
Oh, yeah.
- Hops, bolt removal.
- Under, around, and through.
Meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit,
pull, and through.
Oh, for crying into
your pub cheese soup!
[growls]
I'll deal with this tomorrow.
- Good job, Hops.
That'll buy us a little time
to figure out a plan.
- [burps]
- Hops!
Diesel breath!
[curious music]
- Lana!
Muddy shoes!
- And pants, and shirt,
and hat!
- No time to change,
I've got a crisis on my hands.
The Fishmans are getting
kicked out of their home.
- Have they tried
calling a lawyer?
- They're fish!
And they live in the pond
at Tall Timbers park.
But now some jerks want
to pave paradise and--
- Put up a parking lot?
- No, a "Mustard Warehouse."
- Well, the Mustard Warehouse
probably will have
a parking lot.
- I can't just stand by
and watch this happen.
- Lynn, I think we might have
a little activist on our hands.
- You know, we might be able
to help, hun.
Your mother and I were quite
the activists in our day.
We rallied for a ton
of good causes.
- Equal pay for women,
reduction in carbon emissions.
- The freedom
to wear puka-shell chokers
in the workplace.
You know, all the big stuff.
- Great!
So what do I need to do?
- Well, I think your best bet
would be to draw up a petition.
- Okay, cool!
What's a petition?
- Well, you go door-to-door
collecting as many signatures
as you can.
You'll also need phone numbers,
home addresses, and emails.
- You'll need the signatures
of half of the people in town,
which would about, mm,
10,000.
- 10,000?
Is that even a real number?
Okay, fine.
And then the construction
will stop?
- No, it'll just be delayed
while they call
a public hearing.
- Now, at the hearing,
there has to be...
[discordant trumpet noises]
- Boy, 10,000 signatures.
This is gonna be a long day.
Hops, we'd better pee
before we go.
- [croaks]
- [screams]
Monster!
- Cool, where?
- [screaming]
I'm never going
in that bathroom again!
- You know, Hops,
maybe there's an easier way
to save the Fishmans.
- [croaks]
- You're right,
we should still pee anyway.
[curious music]
♪
- [croaking]
[various animal noises]
[splashing]
[suspenseful music]
[engine squealing]
♪
- [roars]
- Cheese and rice!
[screaming]
- Oof!
- [groans]
- [roaring]
- They're never gonna
believe me!
I'm outta here!
- [roaring]
[triumphant music]
♪
- Hey, honey,
come check this out.
They're talking
about your pond.
- Katherine Mulligan
coming to you live
from Tall Timbers park.
I'm here
with the construction worker
who claims to have seen
an alleged swamp monster.
- That's right, Katherine.
Had to be 20 feet tall,
couple hundred pounds,
paws like a bunch of bananas.
See for yourself.
He came at me
with everything he had.
- And is that
when you ran away screaming?
- Wh--
Who told you that?
Was it the monster?
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
I'm getting word that
in light of this incident,
"The Mustard Warehouse"
has decided
to build its new store
in another location.
- Yeah!
[laughing]
- Looks like
you lucked out, kiddo.
- Even though
you didn't need it,
we're proud you were willing
to put in the effort
with that petition.
- The what now?
Oh, right, the petition.
Yeah, I was so close
to getting
those 10,000 signatures.
- 10,000?
Is that even a real number?
- Apparently.
- Well, I'm just glad
that swamp monster
isn't in our bathroom anymore.
both: That's terrific, sweetie.
- Well, Hops, the Fishmans
are gonna be pretty happy
to see ol' Lans.
Not to boast,
but I did save their--
[gasps]
- Here, monster, monster.
- I need a selfie
with the monster.
- Get your swamp monster tees!
One for $4, three for 15!
- What's going on?
- Katherine Mulligan,
coming to you live
from Tall Timbers park.
It appears
the alleged swamp monster
has turned
this once-sleepy hamlet
into a hotbed
of media attention.
- Oh, you're talking to me.
- Yes, I am.
And can you please move?
Because we need to set up
our broadcasting tent.
- Be careful!
There are delicate fish eggs
over here,
They need peace and quiet.
[helicopter whirring]
How long is this whole media
hot-sauce thing gonna last?
- Until the swamp monster
decides to pack up and leave.
Katherine Mulligan
will be bringing you
all the action, 24/7.
I'm Katherine Mulligan.
- Hmm.
Pack up and leave, you say?
[devious music]
Okay, gang.
I feel kind of bad
about scaring all these people,
but we gotta do it
for the Fishmans.
- So, I brought
the ham and cheese.
Did you bring the baguette?
- I'm sorry.
I didn't know what that was,
so I just got bread.
- [roaring]
[both screaming]
[all screaming]
- Swamp monster!
- [screaming]
- Listen up, team,
this is Katherine Mulligan
with breaking news!
- Katherine, we know your name.
- The swamp monster
has been spotted
in Short Shrub Creek.
This is Katherine Mulligan
saying, "Let's get over there!
[dramatic music]
- Anyone wanna give Flip
a lift?
I'll give you a discount
on a tee-shirt!
Six bucks!
- Fish fam!
Great news!
I got those noisy TV people
out of here
so you can raise your babies
in peace!
- This is Katherine Mulligan,
coming to you live
from Short Shrub Creek,
where the swamp monster
has recently relocated.
- Thanks to us.
- [croaks]
- That's bad news
for "The Mustard Warehouse,"
because Short Shrub Creek
was going to be the site
of their new store.
- Wait, it was?
- The good news is,
now that Tall Timbers park
is swamp monster free,
they'll be able
to move back there.
Construction starts tomorrow.
I'm Katherine Mulligan.
- [gasps]
Hops, what have we done?
They're going right back
to the Fishmans!
Oh, Hops,
I should have listened
to Mom and Dad
and done things the right way.
We still have time
before they turn
the Fishmans' home
into mustard.
Maybe we can still do this.
[knocking on door]
Hi, Mr. Grouse!
I'm collecting signatures
to stop "The Mustard Warehouse"
from destroying
the Fishmans' home.
- Uh, did the Fishmans try
calling a lawyer?
- They're fish.
- Well, mustard gives me
the toots, so I'll sign.
- A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
A-thank you.
- There you are, honey.
We heard from that reporter
what's-her-name
that they're back to paving
your park again.
- I know, I was out trying
to get those 10,000 signatures
to stop them.
- How'd it go?
- Not great.
- I came up
about ten million short.
- I'm really sorry, sweetie,
but you did everything
you could.
- Well, no,
I actually didn't.
I tried to take a shortcut
and made things worse.
And by the time I decided
to do it the right way,
I was too late.
- Well, we're still proud
that you stood up
for what you believed in.
- Yeah, but that doesn't
do much for the Fishmans.
They're still going
to lose their home.
[sighs]
- Wait a proverbial
ding-dang moment.
- Lisa, if you tell me
to call a lawyer,
I'm going to--
- No, no, no.
You don't need a lawyer
or signatures.
The Fishmans, as you
so charmingly refer to them,
are actually
Acipenser Fulvenscens.
Street name: lake sturgeon.
- The Fishmans are doctors?
- Ugh.
Not "surgeon," Leni,
"sturgeon.
"
Which are endangered,
and therefore protected.
- Wait, are you saying--
- That nobody can touch
their habitat.
It's a Federal law.
- Yes!
- As you may recall,
in 1973 Congress passed...
[discordant trumpet noises]
Luna, I'm trying
to speak, here.
- See that, Fishmans?
You are now
federally protected,
which means no one
can mess with your home.
Fish babies!
Aunt Lana and Uncle Hops
are here to babysit!
You guys enjoy yourselves.
A-thank you.
- Are you sure
this is a good idea?
- Oh, Leni, come on.
W--what's-her-name
from the news said there hasn't
been a swamp monster sighting
in days!
- Okay, I guess.
[splashing]
- [spitting]
[both shrieking]
[Leni screaming, groaning]
[dramatic musical flair]
[upbeat jazz music]
♪
[dramatic music]
- "Well, Ace,
we've narrowed down
"the suspects to...
"'The Card Shark,'
'Snake Eyes,'
"and 'The Old Maid,
but which one made off
"with the golden die?"
- "It's as clear
as the mustache
"on your face, Jack!
"Only one of these villains
could have done the deed--
"and that is..."
My money's
on "The Card Shark."
- Same.
The guy never blinks.
You just can't trust him.
Okay, let's see.
Boom! Nailed it!
We just solved our fifth case
in a row.
We're on a hot streak!
[door opens]
- [sniffling, whining]
- Hey, Leni.
How was work?
- [sobbing]
Terrible!
- What happened?
I thought things
were going great at the store.
- They were!
Until this afternoon.
Your receipt's in the bag,
along with some samples
of our new scent:
"Sugar Cookie Sunshine."
[whimsical music]
That skirt would look great
on you.
And it also makes
a cute poncho!
- [gasps]
You just changed my life!
- [clears throat]
Uh, Leni?
- Hi, Mrs. Carmichael!
How's the monthly
inventory going?
- Not great.
Several scarves
have gone missing.
Can you come with me?
- Are we going
on a scavenger hunt?
[sniffling]
There was no scavenger hunt.
She thinks I stole the scarves!
[sniffling]
- What?
Why would she think that?
- They were all
from my department,
and they all went missing
in the month
that I've worked there,
so she said
she had to let me go.
And I said, "Go where?"
And she said,
"That means you're fired!"
[wailing]
- That is so unfair.
Leni would never
steal anything.
- This is worse than the time
Crazy 8 was falsely accused
of stacking the deck.
If only there was someone
who could help
clear Leni's name.
- You mean like us?
- Lincoln, I know we have these
amazingly accurate uniforms,
but we're just
11-year-old boys.
- 11-year-old boys
who just solved
their fifth case in a row.
We're ready
to deal out some justice.
- Wow,
you just sounded like Ace.
If I had hair on my arms,
it would be standing up.
[heroic music]
So cute for fall.
Jack to Ace:
No suspects sighted
by the mini-backpacks, over.
- Copy, no suspects by the--
whoa!
- Cool costume.
I'm playing superheroes, too!
Wanna see my hideout?
- Ah!
Actually, this isn't a costume,
it's a uniform.
And I'm not playing,
I'm investigating.
Where are your parents?
- My mom's too busy
to play, too.
- Ace!
Suspect spotted
by the scarves,
and you won't believe
who it is.
- Sorry, kid,
gotta follow this lead.
[rousing jazz noir music]
♪
Gabby?
It can't be her.
She lent me
her safety goggles in gym.
♪
It's totally her.
Come on!
♪
- Oh, I know I'm gonna
get in trouble but...
♪
all: Hold it right there!
- Gabby, you already have
a closet full of scarves.
- Mom, please!
Just let me buy it!
I have a gift card.
- Your aunt gave you that
for a sensible pair of shoes.
Now put that scarf back.
Clyde? Lincoln?
What are you doing here?
- [whistling]
- Oh, you know,
just shopping for some--
- Training bras?
- [yelps]
- Ugh.
Do you have any idea
how hard these things are
to put back on hangers?
- Uh, sorry.
We'll clean it up.
- I'll just gather
these, uh, items.
Ah!
My crime eye!
[jazz flair]
Okay, so we'll be
more careful next time.
No one's a suspect unless
they're extremely suspicious.
- Like, say, a senior
in the junior's department?
Scoots!
We know she's done
some hard time in mall jail.
- Maybe she's just here
to buy a gift
for her parole officer.
♪
- Then why is she going
into the fitting room?
- [gasps]
You're right.
She's probably going in there
so she can stash the scarf
in her bag.
- Let's get her!
- Wait!
We can't just barge
into a fitting room.
- Dang it, you're right.
We need a way to stop her
on the way out.
Oh, I've got it.
- Spike strip!
♪
- Let's see her try
to scoot over these.
- [laughs]
Yeah.
They'll have to start
calling her "Stops."
[horn honking]
[wheels whirring]
- Make way!
Mama's late for a toga party.
- Uh oh, I think
we messed up again.
- Mrs. Stops, scoot!
I mean--
Mrs. Scoot, stop!
- Here's your 20 bucks,
I don't need a receipt.
[horn honking]
[both cry out]
- Whoa!
[tires squealing]
My "b"!
Put it on my tab!
- Seriously?
You two again?
- Sorry, we'll clean this up.
[dramatic jazz music]
- Get out!
- Okay, so we're 0 for 2,
but I'm sure Ace and Jack
have made a few
false accusations
in their careers.
- Totally.
Remember that lawsuit
they had to settle
with "The Bluffer"?
- We just have
to be more careful
not to jump to conclusions.
- Right.
And if we see someone walking
quickly away from the store
clutching a bag
with blue fabric
sticking out of it.
- Exactly.
- Wait, what?
[both gasp]
both: Fiona!
- It makes perfect sense.
That's why she threw us
out of the store--
she didn't want us
on her trail.
- Come on, Ace.
Let's go deal with this joker.
- Wait.
We need one more player
at the table.
♪
[both holler]
- You're back!
And you brought
your sidekick!
- Uh, excuse me?
We're partners.
- Can we all
play superheroes now?
- Sorry, we can't.
We're about to crack a case.
- Aww...
- There she is!
Mrs. Carmichael?
We can prove that Leni
didn't steal those scarves.
- Uh, who are you?
- Clearly, we're detectives.
- Here are five cases
we've previously cracked.
- Please just come with us.
There's not much time!
♪
- [slurping]
♪
- Stop right there, Fiona!
- Open the trunk.
- What? Why?
I--I'm not doing that.
- I think you better.
- Okay, you caught me.
[sighs]
- Mrs. Carmichael,
I think you'll find
this bag contains
at least one blue--
both: Dress?
Huh?
- Yep.
I bought this at Stader's
after my shift.
Sorry, Mrs. C.
I know we're not supposed
to shop at our competitors,
but it was such a good deal.
- Well, I can't say
that I approve, bu--
Wow, they are giving this away.
Do they have it in a 12?
- [clears throat]
Um, Fiona?
We're really sorry
for accusing you.
- These things sometimes happen
in detective work.
You're bound to play
a few bad hands
before you win the jackpot.
- Whatever.
I'm leaving now.
[tires squealing]
- Well, ma'am,
we've made a mistake.
But don't worry,
we're not giving up
until we find
the real shoplifter.
- It would really help
if we could have access
to your private employee files
and customer mailing list.
- [sighs]
Look, I appreciate
what you're trying to do
for Leni,
but I don't need two kids
in costumes
disrupting my store.
Now, please, just stay out.
- Give us another chance!
Ace and Jack can't rest
until they've done found
some justice!
[car honking]
I feel terrible, Clyde.
We failed Leni,
and now she'll never
get her job back.
- I just don't know
how we got it so wrong.
Is it possible
reading comic books
doesn't make you
a good detective?
- I guess it's possible.
Maybe we really are
just two kids in costumes.
- You're right.
[grunts]
Ow.
That wasn't a good idea.
- [whimpering]
Oh, hey you guys.
Don't mind me, I'm just looking
for stuff to fold.
I really miss it.
Oh, can I fold this?
- You can have it.
I'm done wearing capes.
- Well, it doesn't have
to be a cape.
You could wear it
as a scarf, too.
- Wait,
did you just say "scarf"?
- You're right.
What was I thinking?
Wrong season, Leni.
How about a beach cover-up?
- No, no, "scarf!"
Clyde, that's it!
If a cape can be a scarf--
- Then a scarf can be a cape.
- I think I know
who the culprit is.
- So do I.
- Leni, can I have that back?
We have a crime to solve.
- At the beach?
♪
- Okay, let's split up.
You look
in the accessories section,
I'll cover the shoes.
- Ahem.
I thought I told you
to stay out of my store.
- Don't worry, ma'am,
we'll be gone in a minute.
We just need to talk
to your son.
- My son?
- [grunts]
- You're back!
Your mustache is crooked.
- Hey!
Any chance you still want
to play superheroes?
- Yeah!
I'll show you my hideout!
- Hideout?
What hideout?
- I think we all
should go see it.
Especially you,
Mrs. Carmichael.
- Ugh, fine.
But if you boys
are wasting my time again,
I will have you banned
from the mall
until you're 18.
- No more fro-yo?
- No more comic book store?
- You'd better be right,
Lincoln.
The stakes are high.
[suspenseful music]
- So here's my hideout.
Wait!
Let me just
put in the password.
[beeping noises]
♪
- [gasps]
The scarves!
- Mom, they're superhero capes.
- [sighs]
Wow.
I had it all wrong.
Thank you, boys.
- No problem, ma'am.
I guess you could say
justice was in the cards.
[triumphant music]
[mellow music]
- [sighs]
Cute top!
And did you know
you can also wear it
as a pencil skirt?
- Oh, Leni,
I can't apologize enough
for accusing you
of stealing those scarves.
Is there any way
I can make it up to you?
- Hmm...
Are there any sweaters
I can fold?
Hey, you guys!
Thank you so much
for getting my job back.
I've been telling everyone
at the mall
what totes amazing detectives
you are.
- We know!
We just got a new case
at the pet store.
- A chameleon's gone missing.
They think.
He's really hard to see,
so it's possible
he's just in his cage.
- Well, if anyone
can solve the case,
it's Blake Saucy
and One-Arm-Joe.
- Eh, close enough.
Ready to deal out some justice?
[thrilling jazz music]
- [grunts]
- Seriously?
- ♪ Cramped inside
this tiny space ♪
♪ May sound bad
but ain't the case ♪
♪ In the Loud house
- ♪ Loud house
- ♪ Duck and dodge
and push and shove ♪
♪ That's the way we show
our love in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ Loud house
♪ Laundry piles
stacked up high ♪
♪ Hand-me-downs
that make me cry ♪
♪ Stand in line
to take a pee ♪
♪ Never any privacy
♪ Chaos with 11 kids
♪ That's the way
it always is ♪
♪ In the Loud house